“What is that?” she asked uneasily.
“Your new best friend.” He put the device against her arm and sent its contents into her with a sting and a hiss.
Instantly, warmth bloomed out from the injection point, blushing up her arm and throughout her body to spread sunshine in her brain. That fast. Fast like getting hit by a bus. A big, happy bus. Raven drew in a breath, stepped back, and released it as a “Ooo.”
“Nice shit, huh?” Kane turned away.
“Very nice.” Raven watched his muscles ripple down his bare back as Kane replaced his injector in his pack. His whole body seemed alive to her, fluid and powerful and so clarified. “You sexy beast,” she said, and giggled.
He laughed with her. “Go lie down,” he told her. “And don’t get too used to that shit because you aren’t getting it for long.”
“I feel pretty good.”
“I know you do. Lie down, Raven.”
She dropped onto the bed, bounced a little while, and then lay back and watched the ceiling spin. This was better than the best Ecstasy ever. Not only did nothing hurt, but all the things that should hurt felt good, and the more they should be hurting, the better they actually felt. She reached down and pressed on her steel-riddled pussy and euphoria washed through her hips.
“Don’t do that,” Kane said with a sigh.
“It doesn’t hurt.”
“It will.”
She pressed down again covertly.
Kane stood up and Raven put her hands behind her head fast and pretended to be utterly absorbed by the ceiling. The whirling state of her brain made that easy and perfectly plausible. Kane came to the foot of the bed and folded his arms, watching her. She was able to lie quiet for a few seconds. Then she just had to raise her foot and poke him in the thigh.
He looked down and raised an eyebrow at her toes.
She giggled again and then sat up suddenly. “Let’s fuck!” she said happily.
He lifted his head, both brows raised now. “Maybe I will give you more of that,” he remarked.
“Yeah, give it to me, stud.” She got on her hands and knees and prowled towards him. “Because I want you in me.”
“I’m not fucking you,” he said mildly, but he made no effort to chase her hands away as she tugged his pants open. “I just put you together the way I want. I’m not touching you until you’re healed.”
“Mm.” Raven, inexplicably transfixed by Kane’s stomach, suddenly leaned in and bit him right above the base of his thick cock.
Kane sucked in breath and jumped back, banging into the table and nearly knocking his computer over. He stared at her for a second and then came back to the bed and plunged his hands into her hair, pulling her to him.
Raven nibbled at his stomach comfortably, letting his stiffening cock push at her breasts for now. But Kane didn’t seem to mind her toothy mood; he groaned as she worked her way around his abdomen, guiding her to the places he thought she was ignoring, until the marks of her teeth pocked his lower torso. She’d never felt anything sexier than the resistance of his flesh and muscle under her jaws. Raven reached down and rubbed at herself as she scraped her teeth across his thigh, writhing against her hand with delicious bliss.
Kane’s hand closed on her arm and wrenched her roughly away from herself. “Don’t do that. I’m not telling you again.”
Raven ducked her head, chagrined, and then rebounded and lay back, legs coyly splayed. “Come and fuck me,” she said.
“No.” Kane paced around the bed and Raven rolled to position her pussy for him again. He bared his teeth at her and she bared hers right back.
He looked startled for a second, and then he smiled. “Raven,” he said gently. “Deep down, you have to know this isn’t smart.”
“Deep down,” she echoed, and rubbed at her pussy.
“Dammit!” Kane sprang onto the bed, seizing her wrists and slamming them down above her head.
That was okay. Raven hooked a leg around his waist and ground up at his huge cock with fantastic results. He pulled back, snarling, and she darted her head forward and bit him on the chest. Kane gasped and Raven bit harder, writhing against him from below as she sought blood above.
“Oh you bitch,” he groaned. One of his hands cupped her head, pressing her even harder against his chest.
“Fuck me,” she said. “Put it right in me. Come on, Kane.”
“No!” Kane sat up, yanking her with him and fought to turn her on his lap, to keep her hands together in his grip and her pussy away from his cock. When the battle ended, he was flat on his back with her laying atop him, spoon-style.
He was panting, moving her like the world’s lumpiest mattress in an earthquake, and she couldn’t quit giggling. His cock jutted between her thighs, but he held her pinned just a little too high up on his body to get to it. She kept trying, though, rolling her ass in short, lazy circles against his stomach, her jaws snapping at empty air.
“Raven,” he said tightly. “Eventually, you’re going to sober up and wish like fuck you hadn’t done this.”
She brought her legs together, trapping him between her thighs, and squeezed him. It put a little pressure on her own pussy—not much, but not bad, either—and Raven purred and ground her hips. Kane thrust, bumping her steadily as he fucked her thighs, and Raven twisted around as far as she could and bit Kane on the jaw.
He whipped forward and bit her back, his teeth grazing her cheek. He moved one of her hands down, stubbornly past her aching pussy to his cock. She gripped and was instantly dizzied by the sheer power of it burning in her hand. She stroked excitedly, craning her neck to keep biting whenever he presented her with a target. His breath grew ragged, and she struggled to sit up futilely.
“Let me go,” she pleaded. “Let me go, I’ll be good!”
“Ha!”
Raven cried out with frustration, her hand working him faster. “Let me go! Please! I want to blow you! Come on!”
He pushed a finger in her mouth and she arched up greedily, sucking with abandon precisely three seconds before biting.
He hissed and pulled his finger free, and she instantly renewed her pleas to be let up. Kane growled, and then he shoved his hips hard forward, pushing her into the air. His cum rained down over her belly and thighs and Raven wailed and caught what she could to taste.
“God, you’re mean!” she said bitterly, sucking semen from her fingers.
He laughed at her, shaking her as she lay atop him. “Poor Raven,” he crooned. “Didn’t mean old Kane let you bite his cock off?”
“I wouldn’t bite,” she said, hurt. And then she leaned over and bit him.
He groaned, pushing luxuriantly into her jaws, and she stole the opportunity of his distraction to rub furiously at her pussy. Not quick enough. She went flying and ended up facedown with both her hands pinned at the small of her back.
“Shu-ra,” he muttered, and reached over the edge of the bed for one of his boots. He started pulling the lacing out.
“Can I blow you now?”
“No.”
“Oh come on, please?”
“No.”
“You’re such a bastard.”
Kane rolled her onto her back and tied her wrists together, then to the headboard of the bed. She bit him several times as he leaned over her and his muscles jumped every time. By the time he had her bound, he was hard again.
“Fuck me!” she commanded, spreading her legs wide.
He put his face very close to hers. “No,” he said quietly, and then nipped her lower lip and got down from the bed. He picked up the bedsheet and rat-tailed it, then pulled it through the footboard in a loop and tied her kicking ankles so she couldn’t get her thighs together.